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 Jun 2017 Nath
Paul Butters
They say that before every step
You take in life,
You flick a mental coin
Then go left or right
Turn or keep straight on.

In your own universe you go left,
Pop into a café,
Go home and have a nap.
Then carry on those humdrum days.

But that was close!
So close that in an alternative realm
You go right,
Go into a shop,
Buy a lottery ticket
And Win Millions!

For every possibility, the scientists claim,
Is played out
In an Infinite Multiverse.

Somewhere you are King or Queen,
And somewhere else you are about to be shot!
Somewhere you are a fly
Or a bear.

Somewhere my parents are still alive
And everyone is free of ill.
That tuneful Rainbow springs to mind.
Maybe there’s even a Universe
Where everyone is Immortal.
Where God calls in for a cup of tea.
And what we’ve read as fiction
Is all true.

These possibilities are endless and
My imagination strains to picture
All that might just happen.
Somewhere.
We can but Hope.

Paul Butters
Inspired by a recent BBC Horizon programme repeat about Multiverse Theories.
 Jun 2017 Nath
JeanT
Tell Me
 Jun 2017 Nath
JeanT
You are a wild blur of my memory. Your tousled hair and little kid grin.

I was 18 and you had calloused hands and a soft voice.

One time in the middle of the night I made you laugh, you returned the favor. You were wearing a sweatshirt even though it was hot.

You took my hand and spun me around. We fell into each other and fit like puzzle pieces. Our legs tangle when we sit across from each other. You’ve pressed your palms against mine. You watch over me, your green eyes brushing mine.

I think we both imagined at that moment the way our lips would feel against each other’s, the way your arms would feel around my waist, and mine around yours.

I want to know you. I want to learn all of your little things.

Tell me about the day your grandpa died. Tell me the song that gives you goosebumps. Tell me about how you love pizza and hate spinach. Tell me how your heart beats faster when you hear my name. Tell me about every little part of you. Tell me the words you’re scared to say.

Tell me.

Tell me everything. Tell me you don’t want this to end.

Oh God- I’m exploding and this is a love letter I’ll never send…
You can't escape my wondering mind
 Jun 2017 Nath
A Thomas Hawkins
Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again
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 Jun 2017 Nath
Tulip Chowdhury
I saw the moon
through the bamboo leaves
a thousand times,
saw it peek
when clouds played
hide and seek,
and above the sea
as phosphorus danced in glee,
but
that moonlit night
when you held me
the moon, I did not see.

How can I,
when your lips
shut my eyes
and I couldn't look
up at the sky,
not even once?
 Jun 2017 Nath
TS
Therapy
 Jun 2017 Nath
TS
He asks me,

"What do you hate about yourself?"

Suddenly, I am silent.


What do I hate?





What don't I hate?

- t.s.
 Jun 2017 Nath
everly
Am I just
 Jun 2017 Nath
everly
I want to be loved
I want to be wanted
I want to be missed
cared about
Am I just
That girl you happen
to pass by from time to time
And strike up a conversation with
because everyone else is occupied
Gosh do I feel like a fool
I should've known
I have no self worth
What makes me special?
Now I understand why I'm
always second choice
I don't love myself
But why is that...
Am I not trying hard enough?
Am I trying at all?
I don't need to feel this way
someday I'll be different
but just not
today
 Jun 2017 Nath
Emily Dickinson
1572

We wear our sober Dresses when we die,
But Summer, frilled as for a Holiday
Adjourns her sigh—
 Jun 2017 Nath
RJ Days
Cinquain #21
 Jun 2017 Nath
RJ Days
Purpose
gathers matter,
moving stellar dust
in the direction of
heaven
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